I’m whispering to myself: “I can do without you”.
Trying to pretend that I can
But…I can’t.
And the mirror which I’m looking into
Knows it perfectly well.
It’s not kinda Hollywood tale.
There is no happy end at the end
On a sidewalk of a rural town
Connecticut would be the name
Of the state where this story
Could have happened
If it hadn’t been for disconnection
Of two hearts.
And only reflection in the old mirror
Might suspect
Where and when this kinda story
Did take place.
But don’t you ask it
‘Cause it is just a dusty piece of glass.
Connecticut
© Copyright: Николай Хижняк 2, 2019
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